A sound of a snow.
A step that one takes.
Both so smooth.
Like my mind as I wish.
Maybe, maybe the purity of the snow is the way that my mind wants to follow.
This peace fills my soul.
I am the snow.
But if I am snow,
where am I?
Am I at home,
or am I homeless?
What is home?
What is mind?
My home is where my mind is,
and if I am the snow,
I am everywhere,
my mind is everywhere,
my home is everywhere.
And I am safe, safe everywhere.
Sound of the snow.
I take a step.
Peace.
Comments (2)
This felt very liberating and blissful. Loved your poem!
What a beautiful way to talk about snow and what it could possibly mean. Lovely poem.